A short vignette… one of the experiences I’ve had that sticks with me, replays in my imagination, and is like the first chapter in a choose-your-own adventure.
To begin, i object to the “hair wars-” that is, the irrelevant debate (particularly among men) about bushy vs trimmed vs bare. Because *like so many other things,* how a woman chooses to keep herself groomed is her choice, and nobody else’s opinion is relevant. Sure, some dudes might express a preference one way or another, but they’re just limiting themselves.
Then there are women like Jenny. She’s an articulate, successful, self-made business woman whom I dated some time ago. And she had a delightful little secret.
Jenny is gorgeous in the completely anti-magazine way… shortish, curly brown hair, a prominent aqualine nose, eyes that shined mischief and a quick, easy laugh. She was fit and strong with gorgeous olive skin, but had a cute, poochy little belly that always hung a little bit above her panties or bikini, and smallish breasts, but with a district little sag and a hint of banana shape. Her legs were gorgeously built from cycling, hiking, and climbing.